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Hey, I just realized this one should have been part of the last chapter. It's not really long enough to be on it's own, and it kind of has the end to the events of the last chapter. So, here it is and sorry it's short.

Lorelai's smile grew suddenly as they laid there, as close together as they could be while both remained fully clothed. Luke waited for the explanation he knew would come.

"Our kids are going to be gorgeous," Lorelai admitted with as much seriousness as she could muster.

Luke rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Luke," Lorelai begged agonizingly. "You know they will be. We're damn hot!"

"And obviously damn humble too," he joked.

"Fine," Lorelai said in mock anger.

"No, no. Really, there's nothing I'd love more than when the nurse hands me our baby to hold for the first time for her to say, "Congratulations, Daddy! This kid's a hotty!"

"So, is the nurse a lesbian (a/n "Not that there's anything wrong with that. :) ), or does you're mind's eye see a son in our future?" Lorelai asked.

"Well," Luke said after the eye roll -- a given after that comment, "I wouldn't hate having a son. I mean, we already have Rory and April, so that's two girls."

"Don't forget Jess," Lorelai reminded him.

"He's my nephew," Luke pointed out.

"Still, I think he counts as a 'son' experience," Lorelai justified.

"Okay -- but that's still two to one."

"What about Paul Anka?" Lorelai asked. "That makes it two to two."

"You're counting Paul Anka as a son of mine?" Luke laughed.

"Well, he's certainly not a real dog," Lorelai reasoned.

"However, I've also never heard him say, 'I'm a real boy!'" Luke joked. Lorelai laughed at his Disney-movie reference. "Believe it or not, I'd still like a son," Luke finished.

"Too many girls running around?"

"At least in this house, there are. Can you imagine if we had another Gilmore Girl?" Luke asked.

"Well, this one would be a Gilmore-Danes Girl, but I'm sure she'd fit right in. She'd have you wrapped around her finger just like the elder Gilmore Girls."

"Mm, that's what I'm afraid of," Luke admitted playfully. They exchanged smiled again.

"So?" Lorelai asked a few minutes later, "You want a boy?"

"And you want another girl," Luke stated.

"I'd be happy with either...or both," Lorelai said.

"Me too," Luke agreed, "but let's try to at least get one before we start talking about another." Luke said this in a way that was supposed to be light-hearted and saying, "Yikes! That's a lot of little kids running around!" but Lorelai didn't take it that way.

She immediately frowned and looked away from Luke's smiling face. Luke's smile faded quickly as Lorelai detached herself from Luke, pulling out of their tight embrace, rolling to her left, and sitting up on the bed. She rubbed her eyes for a moment as she sat at the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor, facing away from Luke.

Luke sat up as Lorelai did. He watched her stand up and walk towards her dresser. She remained silent.

Luke followed Lorelai and grabbed her arm softly in an attempt to turn her around. She resisted, again pulling away from Luke's touch.

"Hey," Luke said softly, trying to get her to turn to him.

Lorelai did not respond.

"Lorelai? What's going on? Are you okay?" Worry covered Luke's face quickly.

Lorelai again did not turn to Luke. She rummaged through her drawer, looking for pajamas.

"Lorelai. Talk to me," Luke pleaded

"It's nothing. I'm tired. Let's go to sleep." Lorelai's response was cold and emotionless as she walked towards the bathroom.

"Lorelai, stop," Luke commanded, not harshly, but also not pleadingly.

Finally, Lorelai turned to look at him. Exhaustion covered her face as she asked, "What?"

"What's going on, Lorelai? Did I say something? What did I say?" Luke caught up to her and took her hand. She again pulled it away and turned to the bathroom door. She held the doorknob in her hand as she turned to him.

"Nothing," she sighed and closed the door slowly.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Luke grabbed the doorknob and opened it again, refusing to take Lorelai's answer.

"Luke?" Lorelai said as if she was wondering why he'd opened the door.

"No, Lorelai," he said firmly but not angrily. "Tell me what I said that upset you."

She shook her head slowly as her eyes closed. She lifted her non-pajama-filled hand to her forehead.

"I don't know," she admitted.

Luke didn't ask, "What?" knowing she'd continue.

"I just, I know you didn't mean it the way I took it, but I can't..." her sentence trailed off. "I feel like all I'm ever thinking about anymore is how I'm not getting pregnant, Luke. It's not happening."

"I'll happen," Luke cut in encouragingly, without a thought.

It was obvious that Lorelai had more to say on the topic, but she didn't finish. She just continued to shake her head slowly as Luke said, "Lorelai, it's only been two months. That's not that long. You could be pregnant right now," he offered.

"I know," Lorelai said lamely.

"Okay," Luke took a step closer to her. "Then let's not worry yet. Please?"

"Yeah," Lorelai agreed reluctantly.

"Good," Luke said as he wrapped his arms around her.

Both of them knew this problem was not resolved, but they were momentarily happy with the resolution they'd come to. They'd both continue to worry, but they were satisfied pretending to believe the other was not.

Luke pulled back and they smiled lightly to each other.

"Let's go back to happy," Lorelai suggested weakly, "we were having a nice time a few minutes ago."

"Sounds good to me," Luke agreed.

"Okay," Lorelai smiled, more sincerely this time. "I'm gonna change."

"Sure," Luke agreed, turning to change his own clothes.

He was satisfied to see that the bathroom door stayed open.

Lorelai's sweatpants and t-shirt were replaced by yellow, flannel PJ's with autumn leaves on them. She finished getting ready for bed in the bathroom as Luke changed into just boxers, not being one to get cold easily -- or so he justified to himself.

"What's with you?" Lorelai asked playfully as Luke entered the bathroom to brush his teeth. The few minutes alone seemed to have let her return to herself pre mini-breakdown. Luke noticed this and was happy to see it.

"What?" he asked.

"You never wear just boxers to bed," Lorelai scoffed.

"Sure I do," Luke disagreed.

"Not with me. Who else do you go to bed with? You always wear sweatpants and a t-shirt."

"Not when it's hot," Luke said.

"When it's hot, you wear cut-off sweatpants," Lorelai pointed out.

"So? What's the difference?" Luke asked with his natural level of annoyance.

"Nothing," Lorelai laughed slightly.

Luke nodded in approval as if he'd won.

However, Lorelai then added, "Except that boxers are underwear, not shorts, and it's October. It's not hot."

"Fine," Luke said, stopping his face-washing to look at Lorelai. "Would you like me to change?"

"No," Lorelai laughed.

"You sure?" Luke tested.

"Yes," she insisted.

"Okay then." With this, Luke left the bathroom.

Lorelai just watched him as she shook her head smiling. She closed the bathroom door, still smiling. After going to the bathroom and washing her hands, Lorelai was still thinking about Luke's sexy sleep-wear because for Luke, boxers alone were sexy sleep-wear. She noticed a silky, short brown night gown, that on her came to the middle of her thigh at best, that hung on a hook next to the shower. She had worn it a few nights ago.

A small, devilish smile resided on Lorelai's face as she opened the bathroom's door a minute later and flicked off its light. As Luke lay in bed, he watched her emerge.

"What happened to the leaves?" he asked.

"What happened to the sweat pants?" she countered.

"Oh, here we go again."

"I thought you'd like this better," Lorelai smiled and climbed into bed with him.

They faced each other as they conversed.

"Oh yeah?" Luke asked, going along.

"Yeah, I knew you were telling me something with those boxers. I can take a hint," she assured him.

"Oh, enough with the boxers," Luke sighed, eyes off and rolling. "Can a man not wear boxers to bed with out questioning?"

"Yes, you can. I'm sorry, Baby," she patronized him.

They shared a brief but warm smile before leaning in for their good-night kiss.

Luke then turned to his other side to turn off the bed-side light. As he did, Lorelai turned her back to him. Luke returned to face Lorelai again and they settled in together. Their knees bent and fit perfectly together -- Luke's chest to Lorelai's back. They slept close together like legos. Luke held Lorelai tight as he played with the silk material of Lorelai's dress. She played with the hairs on his arm as he did this. They both lay contently. Smiling, Luke whispered, "I'm glad you changed."

Lorelai chuckled softly as she noticed Luke's hand move from the material at her stomach to the very little that covered her breasts.

"Night, Luke," she whispered back.

"Love you," he responded.

"I love you too, Baby." Her smile spread quickly across her face as it did every time they exchanged those words.

"I love you too, Baby," were perhaps her favorite six syllables to say.

So, you all did realize that it was a Seinfeld reference, right? Anyone? "Not that there's anything wrong with that."

So, I have come to the end of the chapters that I typed this summer. The rest of the story (that's written so far) is just written in notebooks. So, updates might be a little slower because I'd like to have chapters around my usual length, but now I'll have to type and proofread them where I've just had to proof the first 10.

Also, sorrry for the attack vs. attic in the last chapter. I meant to fix that before I posted it, but I forgot. It's fixed now, if anyone really cares.